None of them work anymore, I said, the lies we tell,
The shit we smoke, the stuff we drink,
None of them work anymore, I said, all the money we
spend, all the girls we fuck, all the nights we
wake, all the days we sleep,
none of them work anymore,
none of them do much of anything now,
every lie we tell,
to ourselves and to them,
and we call it relationship,
and it’s this shit that chokes our last breath,
and oh, don’t forget the eloquence and fervor,
they’ve stopped working too,
none of them work anymore,
I said.
.
That’s not what you thought
yesterday, she said.
.
I got up and spun around.
She didn’t know. She couldn’t know.
I hadn’t told her.
.
I coughed.
And that was it, I guess.
Something hacked, something wheezed, something
splintered.
.
None of them work when
you’ve got a sore throat.
